BOP

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Yeah-yeah)
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Yeah-yeah)
Uh-uh, oh, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Uh (Hey)
Uh, uh (Yeah-yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh, only making bop shit (Yeah)
I been in my head, smoke this shit 'til I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Money cut my fingers up, I keep it nice and proper
Lil’ bitch on some thot shit (Yeah), I think I might like her (Like her)
Use to ride to bus to school, woke up in fast car (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Woah, woah, woah, put a bad bitch on some new shit
Focused all my life, spend that paper like it's loose leaf (Loose leaf)
Uh, uh, uh, can't go back to the— (Uh, uh)

[Verse]
I’m like, "Fuck 'еm"
We got sticks and drums, if he try us, hope hе lucky (Bah, bah)
Flexing and finessing, I used to have jugg, jugg
I hope he not no dummy
Try us, wish he would would
We don't know them guys, wanna feature, he gon' pay the price
This chain is water, it turn up like night light
Tryna hit her daughter, all she listen to is Ice Spice
She from 'cross the boarder, bring a load if the price right
Out to the street lights, we living a street life
Money come and go, they like, "You can't take it with you" (Mm-hmm)
Spend that shit like it's the first, know some robbers still be robbing (Robbing)
I get paid to rap verse
Catch him reachin' for my neck, now he dead, his momma hurt (I know)
If you scared, then go to church, damn (Hello)

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, only making bop shit (Yeah)
I been in my head, smoke this shit ’til I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Money cut my fingers up, I keep it nice and proper (Proper)
Lil’ bitch on some thot shit (Count up), I think I might like her (Like her, yeah-yeah)
Use to ride to bus to school, woke up in fast car (Yeah-yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, bad bitch on some new shit (Oh-woah)
Focused all my life (Yeah), spend that paper like it's loose leaf (Uh-uh)
Uh, uh, uh, can’t go back to the— (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2]
I might pop out today, fuck on that bitch never let me hit from back in the day
I use to skip class, I was tryna catch every play
And that's what my momma did
Shoot me off, I lost my lil' bae
I was always thuggin' hard
Went to jail on Mothers Day, on my kids, I’m sorry, Momma
Think about you every day
I was so stuck in my ways
Ever since my partner died, swear my life ain't been the same
Got a pocket full of cash, but my heart still full of pain
Havin' thoughts, might blow my—
I can't talk about it
Use to have a dream my dawg came back back, that shit fucked up my body
Count it nice and proper
Make sure you don't tell nobody
She say she a doctor (Doctor)
She ain't never saved nobody (Yeah)
They sending me offers

[Outro]
I don't need no help, okay? (Count up)
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Yeah-yeah, lil' nigga)
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Count up, count that shit, nigga)
Lil' nigga (Yeah-yeah)
Got a hundred-two (Yeah), it's a hundred thousand, it's two-hundred thousand
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Yeah-yeah)
Uh, only making bop shit (Bop shit)
I been in my head (Yeah, uh), smoke this shit 'til I get nauseous (Nauseous)
Uh, keep it nice and proper (Proper)
Yeah, uh, uh, I think I might like her (Damn)